I'll Be Seeing You..(tale of reincarnations)

[NightWhispers]

(this was originally posted by Thor's Hammer in the OOC thread, but since I have no idea how to make his name appear I nonetheless want to give him credit)


the first scene.....
OOC: I rarely set the tone.....but lets try. Everyone should feel free to innovate. And lets not use "OOC's". If something comes up - E-mail or PM...keeps continuity.

IC: Rome during the reign of Caligula. "Little boots" was mad - and a true Libertine. As his bio says, he even committed incest with his three sisters.....to give you the flavor.....

Caligula was irresistibly attracted by every pretty young woman whom he did not possess. He even committed incest with his own three sisters. He would carefully examine women of rank in Rome and whenever he felt so inclined, he would send for whoever pleased him best. He debauched them and left them like fruit he had tasted and thrown away. Afterwards, he would openly discuss his bedfellow in detail. His first wife, Julia Claudilla, died young. In the first year of his reign Caligula attended a wedding and ran off with the bride, Livia Orestilla, whom he divorced after a few days. He soon tired of his rich third wife, Lollia Paulina, too. He made the older Milonia Caesonia (±5-41) his fourth wife in 38, when she was already pregnant. The sensual and immoral Caesonia was an excellent match for him. Caesonia gave birth to a daughter, Julia Drusilla, whom Caligula considered his own child, because "she was so savage even in childhood that she used to attack with her nails the faces and eyes of the children who played with her". Whenever Caligula kissed the neck of his wife or mistress, he used to say: "This lovely neck will be chopped as soon as I say so"

It is evening....and Caligula (moi) is reclining on pillows in one of the palaces. He is half-drunk and, as usual, sexually aroused. Caligula's toga is stained with wine...the crimson color matching the ermine trimming....

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OOC: there is an OOC thread for this under the same name. I believe we have the parts spoken for, but you may post at the OOC if you are interested in a role, We may have need for small parts here and there.

 

[MissVictoria]

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[NightWhispers]

Julliana

He has called for me to attend to his needs yet again. One of the best perks of his service is that he demands his women to come to him clean, fresh and beautiful. For these reasons, the other servants have been made to bathe and prepare me this evening. The warmness is comforting to my flesh as I slip into it. Two servants attend to washing me with perfumed soaps. Maybe in other circumstances we would have a conversation but not tonight for the jealousy is prominent in their eyes. They both openly desire to be called upon by Caligula, and I am certainly not beyond boasting.

My long red hair is brushed until it shines like burnished copper. The color of my hair has always been a source of wonderment. My parentage coming under speculation many times since my father and mother both had black hair. A simple toga will be the only garment I shall wear when presented to the Emporer. I have waited for a moment such as this for a lifetime. I desire to be chosen as his next wife. I may have been born to servitude but I am destined for greatness. I may be in love with another but Caligula offers me what I truly desire.

I walk into his private room and see him lying against the pillows. Bowing down to him I say, "You called for me, Sir, and I have willing come." I do not lower my eyes but look into his directly, something I realize is that of almost defiance.

 

[BLACK BART]

Delivar

Standing amidst the growing tangle of dazed soldiers, I tear the last standing man's sword from his grasp with my own.

"Are you women of the streets or the Elite of the Royal Guard?" I roar at them, inwardly seething at the thought of what occurs within the very buildings I am charged with protecting.

"Stand and resume the drill, three by three" I command the dazed men as they staggered to their feet. "And this time we remove the leathers from the sword's edges"

Using the building anger to my advantage, I begin to parry each deadly thrust as three men circle me and return them blow for blow.

"His hand on her breast...." I imagine in my mind as I destroy the first mans sheild and drive him to the ground. "His lips on hers" I see in my mind as with an upward thrust I deflect the next mans sword and boot him in the stomach. "Her sweat sheened body arched in pleasure" The picture drives me nearly insane as I bodily hip toss the final adversary to the ground and drive my sword hilt deep beside his fear painted face.

"You should spend more time sharpening your swords, then polishing your pretty armour" I growl at them, stalking off the practice field. "I go to the tavern, to cleanse the idea of such deplorable performances"

Walking down the hallway I pull my own light armour off and drop it to the paved surface beneath my feet, turning as I hear a voice behind me....

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Caligula

"Julianna, I believe you are called. You are the lovliest of the palace servants....and you shall please me as well..."

Reaching out, my hand grasps your wrist and pulls you down into the pillows. My other hand clasps a flagon of wine. "Perhaps you would like a sip of this fine Phoenician wine my dear?" Without waiting for an answer, I press the flagon to your lips...the small ruby droplets glistening on the rim.......

 

[NightWhispers]

Julliana

Slipping down to lean against his pillows I welcome the taste of the fine wine; not so much for the refreshment but rather to numb my senses. I am reminded of my love, Delivar. Thinking of him I lick the droplets from the rim of the bottle. How long has it been since I have tasted his nectar? A day, two, a week? Even an hour is excruciating. Closing my eyes and wrapping my mouth around the bottle I drink in the soothing liquid. I must remember my goal to win over the great Caligula. I hope that my true feelings are masked by my attempt to arouse his visual senses.

My tongue swirls about the neck of the bottle then I utter to him, "Sir, can you assure me that you taste more delicious than this wine you offer?" Looking deep into his eyes, my gaze promises to him the pleasures my body has to offer.

Our lips seek out the others, tongues delighting in the lingering sweetness of the wine. His kiss is more demanding than any I have experienced. My body responds to this as I feel my nipples tightening and a shiver runs through me. From just this one touch I am certain of his ability to please.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Caligula

her sensuous play with the bottle is not what I would expect from a servant. "You will have every opportunity to drink a God's nectar." With those words, my mouth pressed harder....my tongue forcing between her lips. I wanted her to feel my power...I can feel my self growing hard under the toga....this one might be worth more than one night.

As our tongues dueled, I wrapped one hand in her flowing red hair and pulled her mouth even harder against mine. My free hand slipped into the gaping neck of her toga....my fingers slid......slowly.....very slowly over the side of her full, firm breast - my palm brushing a very hard nipple.....teasing it to full erectness......

 

[NightWhispers]

Julliana

His mouth smashes into mine at the same time his hands loving caress my nipples to their full erectness. This powerful man is an enigma to me. He is rough and yet tender. I almost despise this gentle side for I have no plans to fall in love. I only desire the wealth and position he can offer me. If I want love I can always find that with my heart's passion, Delivar.

My hand covers his over my ripe breast, pressing his fingers roughly into my chest. Kneading his fingers into my soft flesh, his nails are digging into the yielding skin. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut trying hard to shut out my feelings. My body defies me as I become moist and passionate. I grab the back of his head, demanding him to take me with my wanton actions.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sabina

Following the explicit instructions of Caligula’s messenger, I hurried up the chiseled stone steps. He has bid me come to him once again, and in order not to tarnish my father’s name in the least, I obey.

A stola, edged with a purple material, clung dramatically to my ample curves. True to my breeding, my body was formed as a temple for which the mightiest of men could worship themselves. Swept back from my face, as if to accent one of my best attributes, my golden hair was woven with strings of crimson beads and pulled taught into a bun at the nape of my neck.

The burly guards outside of the emperor’s chamber addressed me by name, and opened the door with a flourish. I adjusted the palla of embroidered silver fabric draped over and around my shoulders, held in place with an ornate silver fastening.

It was rumored that Caligula had a new mistress, who perhaps would become his fifth wife. I knew it was not beneath him to call me merely to flaunt the newest acquisition to his collection of mortal deities. He knew of my almost obscene fascination with him, but had never chosen to take me. Perhaps the memories of my denying him, what he wanted most, had left him spiteful...or respectful of me.

I entered the room that had many a time occupied my daydreams and fantasies. He was there, sprawled over the cushions on the floor, one hand snaked around the delicate body of a woman. I could only glimpse the back of her head, but that was enough. Waves of rich coppery hair spilled over white linen, and when she turned her face to gaze adoringly into her master’s eyes, the silhouette confirmed my suspicions.

Despicable! It was Julliana, daughter of my father’s single rival, a woman of my age whom I had been raised to hate. Although never formally introduced, we avoided each other as if the other was a detestable common working girl. Caligula knew of our constant battle, and still he had requested me.

I remained in a submissive, bowing position before him, only the flashes of anger in my eyes showing the feelings I truly harbored. He didn’t acknowledge my presence, and I focused on some insignificant detail of a woven tapestry depicting a peacock frozen in mid-stride, waving it’s fan-like tail in a brazen call of war. Gritting my teeth and clenching my hands, I managed to keep my indifferent facade.

 

[mfucker]

Milonia:

I lay back on my vast and spacious bed, and smiled to myself as many a young promising men were conquered at this very spot. Like Caligula, I too, wielded the same power he had over women over men. And now, I was aching for another one of my conquests.

Delivar's image first sprung into mind - young, handsome, talented, and most importantly unattainable. He showed a distinct dislike for me, and my ways; it did take men a while to accept my overpowering sensuality.

Calling in another of my male servants, I whisper my orders in his ears, before giving his cute butt a squeeze.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Caligula

'Julliana likes force, I see,' I mused, as my body responded to her. Twining my fingers in her flaming red hair, I mashed my mouth on hers - the coppery taste of blood invading my mouth as my teeth broke the skin of her soft lips. The power that I commanded was an aphrodasiac. Sometimes I just took; other times I delighted in a seduction that left them quivering with passion....begging me to take them.

My hand was digging into her breast.....ripe as a pear from Gaul, yet, at the same time, firm. My thumb and forefinger found a turgid nipple and pulled, twisting - but gently - at the same time. The more my fingers dug and squeezed, the harder her small hand pressed onto mine.....

I glanced up; distracted by a movement in the shadows of the archway. There stood the lovely Sabina..... She who had dared to reject me in the past. I had forgotten I had summoned her but my nature delighted in the moment. I knew myself; cruel at times and manipulative always. She was trying to appear disinterested. I knew that she would never dare to leave without being dismissed. My libertine nature was intrigued with the possibilities.

 

[NightWhispers]

Julliana

Flames course along my flesh at every spot his hand encounters. My body demands his roughness as much, if not more, than he desires to administer it. A slight whimper escapes when he nips my mouth with his teeth. Tasting the metal flavor, I realize that he has indeed drawn blood. My body jerks slightly and I grind my groin against his leg.

Suddenly his ministrations cease and I am left, at least for the moment, unattended. I open my eyes to follow his gaze. When my eyes discover the source of his distraction I am utterly outraged. There bowing to Caligula is none other than that bitch, Sabina. Instead of showing my displeasure, however, I slide even closer to him, marking my territory.

 

[BLACK BART]

Delivar

OOC: Sorry for the delay in posting, comp troubles....

IC: Turning at the sound of the almost effeminate voice, I glare at the pompishly clad young man. Spying the colors that Milonia insisted all her young "toys" wear, I knew his message before he spoke it with simpering words.

"Your Mistress has offered me nothing I desire, for she knows my heart has been promised to another" I barked, the rage of my previous thoughts still coursing thru my veins. "But rather than have you face her anger, I will meet her and deliver my message personally"

Laughing at the expression of releif as it passes over his young and handsome face, I stride toward Milonia's garden, thru which I can gain entrance to her private quarters. The young messenger scampers behind me, until with a wave of my hand and another epitaph I send him scurrying away.

"Be gone with you, dolt, you make more noise than a chariot, as it races towards the finish"

Walking thru the vine shrouded entrance, I push aside the heavy foliage and step quietly into her large, lavishly furnished waiting room and pause....seeing her hand maidens leaving her private rooms, the remains of a bath evident in the clinging, damp robes.

"Tell your Mistress I am waiting" I bark at the last woman, chuckling at her frightened look from my sudden apperance, and admiring her all too visible curves thru the wet clothing...

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sabina

Caligula was the first to notice me. I saw the way his eyes moved over me, like the attendants of a royal feast admiring the bountiful banquet. His roaming hands ceased movement, as his attention was diverted to me.

Julianna turned, her look of anger and jealousy quickly freezing over into a facade of determination. She returned to nuzzling the emperor's neck, bestowing her barely contained passions upon him, her outright actions giving the wanton scene before me a voyeuristic quality.

I stood, a slight snarl twisting into a cruel and indifferent smile, tainting my sweet, open face. The wavering notes of the kithara and lyre faded into the background, perhaps intimidated by such a scathing tone directed at the emperor. My words had a cutting edge to them, as I spit them at the object of my anger with a sarcastic tone.

"No greeting for the women you've lusted over for so many years, Caligula? Are my mortal ears no longer good enough for a God such as yourself to bestow me with your gritty voice...let alone share your bed?"

With this, she fell to the floor, plastered against the cold marble as her hands thrown out towards him in a dramatic imitation of the respects most women wouldn't think twice about bestowing on this Lord of all Lords. Raising her head, pale violet eyes gleaming with enjoyment of this disrespect, she continued with a condescending tone.

"Or to gain your respect, must I grovel humbly at your divine feet as this easily subdued...wench....surely has?"

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Caligula

'I will enjoy breaking this one......her insolence will be rewarded.' As my mind raced over the menu of ways that Sabina might be humbled, I felt Julliana snuggle against me....rubbing herself against my leg. With a voice as cold as ice, I said, "Dear Sabina, how nice that you are here. Pray come and sit on the pillows next to us. I am sure that you and Julliana have much in common." Laughing inwardly at the cleverness of my words, my hand - the one that has been under Julliana's gossamer white garment - slides it off her shoulders.....baring her firm breasts. My eyes never leave Sabina's violet ones as I slowly cup one lovely orb.....and then bend my head to lick the pointy nipple that thrusts proudly up. My free hand rubs slowly up and down.....pressing the silky material against the hard mound and the soft lips beneath....

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sabina

I pull myself off the floor, with as much grace as one could manage in such a position. Seating myself on the gauzy pillow furthest away from the entwined duo, I pluck the emperor’s crystal chalice of wine from its resting place and raise it to my mouth...the rich color of the fermented grapes matching my lips.

“You know how much it hurts me to hurt you, but despite your coveted opinion, I have nothing in common with this worthless tramp who fawns over you.”

Letting out a low laugh, I run my tongue over the rim of the glass, returning his clandestine gaze.

“You and I are much more alike...be that for better...or for worse...”

 

[mfucker]

Milonia:

"My, there was no need to be so forceful," I remarked, as I appeared from the curtains behind him.

I quietly step out from the covers, and as his eyes turned they inevitably fell onto my form quite clearly visible beneath that sheer black robe of mine.

Knowing that I had grabbed enough of his attention to last awhile, I glided gracefully over the vast carpetted floor to my favoured couch, watching him as his eyes followed me.

Sitting down slowly, I lean back, propping my head up with one hand, and the other reaching for the plate of grapes.

Picking one up, I brought it slowly to my mouth, not saying a word as I sucked it gently, before letting it into my mouth, and swallowing it whole.

"So, you've finally agreed to see me, after all these years."

 

[NightWhispers]

Julliana

"My Dear Sabina, jealousy has never become you! I may be worthless in your eyes, but I obviously have value to Caligula. It is I gracing his chambers before even you!" I look directly at her, an eyebrow raised in defiance, willing her to speak to me again.

I chuckle deeply from up within my chest. "Caligula, don't you think a saucer of milk wouldn't be more appropriate for your catty little lady!" She looks at me as if murder were her true intention. Ignoring her stare I return my attention to Caligula. I have no intention of disappointing him this night. His favor is the one thing I long to have.

I pour my attentions on his neck, my teeth pulling at his toga, sliding it down to reveal a sleek, taut form. Leaving Sabina and Caligula to discuss their predictament, my tongue winds further down his torso. I hear him moan low as I find my destination. I begin to breathe life into his firm member by licking around the tip. My acts prove my demand to be the first of us to drink in his sweet nectar.

 

[Thor's Hammer]

Caligula

.....as Julliana's mouth engulfed my cock, I laced my fingers into her flowing hair - guiding her up and down on me. As she sucked, I watched Sabina.....my eyes flashing with an inner fire.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Sabina

Turning my attention to Jullianna, whom I had purposely been ignoring, the harsh almost predatorial tone of my voice surprised even me.

"Oh your so right, Jullianna, jealousy looks far better contorting the features of your fair face than it does mine..."

Twirling the stem of the glass between my fingers to keep my hands occupied and away from other tasks they craved to be performing, I looked to Caligula for agreement.

"Don't you think?"

 

[NightWhispers]

Julliana

I couldn't respond to Sabina even if I had wanted to since Caligula's hands are moving my head along the length of his cock. My agressive sucking is rewarded by a sample of his nectar, sweeter than ambrosia. I personally think Sabina does protest more than how she really feels. I hear in her voice the overwhelmin desire to be in my position. To fuel her passions I moan as Caligula's juice oozes down the back of my throat.

Licking my way to the tip of his member I turn my gaze to his, seeking approval of my actions. Feeling my eyes upon him he looks directly into them, his face contorted with desire.

Removing my mouth from him, a droplet of clear liquid dangling on the edge, I speak, "Sabina, I may be beneath you but our master needs your attention!"

 

[BLACK BART]

Delivar

The sight of her firm buttocks swaying enticingly under the sheer fabric was enough to quiet my anger for the moment. As she gracefully lowered herself to the couch the fabric pulled against her full chest revealing each and every detail of her full breasts.

Shaking my head to break the effects of her mesermizing actions, I smiled at her taciturn remark and finding it easier to breathe, replied.

"Yes, my Lady. I have come to find why you repeatedly request my presence in your bedroom, knowing my heart has been given to another. What sort of god do you worship, that gives you the power to twist mens minds, and turn them against their duties?"

Seeing the smokey rage in her eyes, and the glow spreading thru her cheeks, I wonder just how far this powerful woman can be pushed before her inner fire explodes...


"Perhaps you have greater plans for us?" I suggest "That would require a warrior that does not fall to his knees at the sight of your majestic body, and can use his mind as well as his body?"

 

[mfucker]

Milonia:

His calm and reserved stance was infuriating indeed, and even I struggled to keep my cool then.

Still, this young inexperienced, though talented warrior was still way below my match; I smiled, this time trailing an empty hand along the nape of my neck, and then down to the front of my breasts.

"And perhaps you have something to suggest?"

 

[BLACK BART]

Delivar

It was true, I realized I was way outmatched....in practical experience in the political bedroom at least.

She was a desirable creature, her sexual aura oozing from every movement, as if calculated to arouse a man and force him to lose his head. Which was exactly what I intended to keep!

The tales of her playthings, and how she disposed of them, once she became tired of them were infamous throughout the royal barracks. To displease her was a slow and cruel death, to please her and let her become bored was just as terrible a fate. Still there was hope, her powers equalled Caliguala's, and in some ways surpassed his.

"Milonia, I come here to make a trade" I began slowly, watching her fingers toy with herself hypnotically "One that will benefit us both in several ways, both in power and pleasure"

Slowly her long, supple fingers trailed upwards along the inside of her well formed thigh, my eyes drawn to the movement.

"With my aid with the Royal Guards, Caligula may be removed leaving his throne open for you. I can only imagine this would be favorable to you in many different ways? In return, you would grant me two requests as well, once you are in power that is..."

Taking an involuntary step forward, my body drawn to the sight and scent of hers, I draw a breath in waiting for her next words...

 

[mfucker]

Milonia:

My long fingers circled the insides of my thighs, always reaching higher when the opportunity arose. I could almost spot the blank look on Delivar's face as his eyes apparently followed my fingers' actions from time to time. Still he was one to possess far greater self-control than any other man I've met, with the exception with Caligula.

"Yes, I like your proposition," I purred, reaching out for yet another grape, to replace in my idle mouth. Only this time, I chose to suck my long fingers clean, drawing yet further attention to my overwhelming sexuality.

"So for your aid, I will get the throne. The price?" I asked.